Quiet Time

After lunch, My Mom lets me take a break from Home School. I go out to the patio and lie under a chair. It is shady and cool and makes me think of the green, green grass of home. I don't know where the green, green grass of home is (as far as I know I've always lived in the desert) but I like the way it sounds. Sometimes I take a book outside with me and read. Then, when My Mom calls me, I slide the screen door open and let myself back in.

O how I long for the green
Green grass
And my mother,
Violet Mae,
Tra la,
And my mother,
Sweet Violet Mae.